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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.