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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.