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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.