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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.