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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.