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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Technova,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Can,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.