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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Delon & Dalcan 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.