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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet 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 crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
UT,
AZ,
The Human League,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.