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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.