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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Television,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.