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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Doors,
AZ,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.