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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Sheep 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.