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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.