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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.