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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Wire,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.