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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.