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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.