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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.