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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.