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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.