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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Liliput,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.