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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.