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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
The Names,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.