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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Mars,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.