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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.