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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Magma,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.