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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.