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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.