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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.