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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Visage,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.