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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.