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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Monks,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.