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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.