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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.