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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.