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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Can,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.