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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.