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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.