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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.