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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.