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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Skarface,
UT,
Monks,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.