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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Wings,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.