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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.