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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Can,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
a-ha,
Nico,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.