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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.