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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.