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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Visage,
Nico,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.