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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.