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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
June Days,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.