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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.