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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.