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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.