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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.