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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.