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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.