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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.