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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.