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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.