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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.