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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.