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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.