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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.