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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.