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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.