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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the grime 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.