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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
The Sound,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.