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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.