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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.