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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.