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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Television,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.