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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.