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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.