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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.