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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
DNA,
CMW,
The Monks,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.