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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.