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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Ronan,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.