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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.