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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grass Roots to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.