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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.