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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.