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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Nas,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.