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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.