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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.