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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.