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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.