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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Q65,
cv313,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.