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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.