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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Motorama,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Nas,
Fear,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.