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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
The Index,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.