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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.