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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.