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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.