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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.