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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.