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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.