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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.