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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.