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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.