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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.