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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Index,
UT,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.