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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Ossler,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.