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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.