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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.