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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.