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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.