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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.