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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Gories to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.