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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.