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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.