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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Japan,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.