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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.