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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.