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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
UT,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.