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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.