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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.