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 Georgia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.