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 Paraguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.