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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Yaz,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.