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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.