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 India and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.