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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.