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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.