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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.