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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.