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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.