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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.