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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.