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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.