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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.