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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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?
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.