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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.