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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.