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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Nico,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Fear,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Can,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.