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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.