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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.