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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.