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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.