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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.