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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.