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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.