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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.