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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.