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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.