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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee 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 rock 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 an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.