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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.