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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
MC5,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.