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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.