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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Organ,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Q65,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.