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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Ronan,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.