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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Visage,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.