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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.