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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.