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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.