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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.