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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.