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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
ABC,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.