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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.