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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.