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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.