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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.