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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.