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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.