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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Magazine,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.