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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.