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 Finland 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron 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?
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.