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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.