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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.