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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Faust,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.