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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.