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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.