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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Pole,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.