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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.