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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.