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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.