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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.