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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.