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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Cymande,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.