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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.