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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.