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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.