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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
DNA,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.