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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.