Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.