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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.