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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.