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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Pole,
JFA,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.