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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.