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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.