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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.