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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.