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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.