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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 linndrum and an organ 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.