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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.