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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.