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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.