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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Japan,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.