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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.