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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.