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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.