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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.