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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
CMW,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.