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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.