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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.