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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.