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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Visage,
Japan,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.