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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.