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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.