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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.