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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.