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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.