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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.