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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
AZ,
Faust,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.