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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet 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?
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.