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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.