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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.