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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.