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 South Africa and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.