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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.