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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Gong,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.