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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Television,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.