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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.