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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.