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 United States and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.