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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Japan,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
The Index,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.