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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.