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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 snare 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.