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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.