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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Index,
Television,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Q65,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.