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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Smog,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.