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 Comoros and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Smog 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Visage,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.