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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Brick,
The Index,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.