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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.