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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.