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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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?
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.