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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Sound,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.