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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Sound,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.