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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Monks,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
X-101,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.