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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.