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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.