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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.