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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.