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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.