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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.