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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.