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 Rwanda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.