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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.