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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Television,
PIL,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.