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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.