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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.