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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.