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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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?
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Roxette,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.