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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.