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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.