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 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.