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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Can,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Television,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
the Germs,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.