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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.