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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Technova,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.