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 Chad 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Nico,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.