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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Index,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.