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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.