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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Smog,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Organ,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.