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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Television,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.