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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.