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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.