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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.