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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 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 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.