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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.