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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.