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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.