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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.