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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.