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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.