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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.