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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 X-101 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.