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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Zeros,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.