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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.