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 Spain and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Nico,
Suicide,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.