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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smoke to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.