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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.