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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.