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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.