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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.