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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.