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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.