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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Can,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.