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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.