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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.