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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.