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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
X-101,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.