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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.