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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.