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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Cameo,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.