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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.