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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.