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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.