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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.