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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.