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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.