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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pylon to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Walker Brothers,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.