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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
The Index,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.