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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.