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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.