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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.