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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.