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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.