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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.