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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.