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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Swans,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.