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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.