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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.