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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.