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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.