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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.