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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.