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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.