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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.