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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.