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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.