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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.