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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.