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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.