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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.