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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.