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 Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.