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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
PIL,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.