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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.