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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Television,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.