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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.