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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.