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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.