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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.