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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.