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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.