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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.