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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.