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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.