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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Television,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Index,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.