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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.