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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.