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 Malta and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.