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 States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.