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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Niagra,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.