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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.