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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.