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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Accra and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.