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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.