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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.