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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.