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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.