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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.