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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Faust,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.