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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.