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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.