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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
CMW,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.