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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.