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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Unwound,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.