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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.