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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.