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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronan to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Can,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.