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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.