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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.