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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.