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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.