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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Count Five to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.