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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 clarinet 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.