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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.