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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.