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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin 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 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?
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.