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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.