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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.