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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
ABC,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.