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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
The Doors,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.