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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.