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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.