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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Nico,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.