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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.