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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
The Cure,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.