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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Pagans,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.