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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.