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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.