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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.