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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.