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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.