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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
The Move,
Roxette,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.