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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.