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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.