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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.