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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.