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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.