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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Monks,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.