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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.