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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.