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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.