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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.