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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.