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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.