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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Nas,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.