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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.