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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Q65,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Index,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.