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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.