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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.