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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Technova to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.