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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 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 The Grass Roots 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.