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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.