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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Names,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.