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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
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.