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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.