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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.