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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.