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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Television,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.