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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.