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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.