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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.