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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.