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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.