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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.