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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
The Index,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.