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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.