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 Iran 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.