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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.