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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.