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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.