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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.