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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.