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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Television,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.