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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.