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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.