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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a mellotron 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.