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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.