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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.