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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Index,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.