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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
MC5,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.