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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Sparks,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.