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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.