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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.