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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.