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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.