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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.