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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Faust,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.