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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Mars,
June Days,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.