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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.