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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.