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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.