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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.