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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.