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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 a güiro and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.