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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.