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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
CMW,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.