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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.