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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.