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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
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.