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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.