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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.