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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.