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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.