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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.