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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
cv313,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.