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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.