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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.