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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.