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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.