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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.