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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.