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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 London and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.