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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.