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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Television,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.