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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest 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,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.