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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.