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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.