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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.