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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.