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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.