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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.