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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.