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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.