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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
10cc,
MC5,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Visage,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.