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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.