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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Can,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.