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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.