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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.