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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Aswad,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.