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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.