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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.