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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the electroclash 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.