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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Swans,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.