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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.