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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.