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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.