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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.