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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.