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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.