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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.