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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.