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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
The Names,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.