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 Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.