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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
The Residents,
Model 500,
The Human League,
ABBA,
ABC,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.