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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.