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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Index,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.