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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
X-102,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.