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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.