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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sällskapet 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
PIL,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.