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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.