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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.