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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.