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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.