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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Crime to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.