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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.