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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.