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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.