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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.