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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 a theremin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.