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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.